Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

"Extremely high and complex."

The science officer replied, "The threat does not come directly from the canopy itself or the 'human alliance' it displays, but from the potential upheaval within Earth's human civilization that it could trigger, and... interference with our plans."

"If certain individuals or groups of people on Earth accept the extreme xenophobic and survival-of-the-fittest ideology of the 'Human Alliance,' the following changes may occur:"

"First, hostility toward all extraterrestrial civilizations, including our race, has risen sharply, causing their social development resources to be extremely tilted toward the military field. Their technological development path may be distorted, but their war potential may be stimulated in the short term."

"There is no need to worry about this. Without real contact with other civilizations, it is difficult for a phenomenon similar to a 'technological explosion' to occur."

"Secondly, while internal unity may be strengthened, it could also lead to serious divisions. Overall, social uncertainty has increased significantly."

"Same here, it will not pose a threat to our race."

"Then, the understanding of the 'dark forest' state may change. The 'Human Alliance' itself seems to be an extreme practitioner of the dark forest law, which may make some Earth humans realize the cruel nature of cosmic civilization in advance, thus affecting our plans."

“This is extremely dangerous. Once they realize the true nature of the ‘Dark Forest,’ our people may have to start preparing to flee.”

"Finally, there's the matter of the celestial canopy... The celestial canopy appears both here and on Earth, and it's suspected that other civilizations also have it. Therefore, Earth may already be being watched by other advanced civilizations."

The latter two points really made the Trisolarans somewhat panicked.

The Dark Forest Theory is no joke.

"Please take note of this. I'm making the following arrangements..."

The Trisolarans need to prepare an escape route.

Chapter 9 The God You Kneel Before Is Not a False God

"A very good declaration, which makes my Heavenly Blazing Weapon spin."

Bai Jin turned off the video, smacking his lips with lingering satisfaction.

He's not an extremist; he's just an ordinary college student who watches videos and rants.

But the "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" logic of the People's Federation does, at times, give people a cruel sense of satisfaction.

This is something etched into our DNA.

How dare they harm humans and then try to talk about peaceful division?

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

In his view, it was simply because he hadn't been beaten enough; a few more bombardments would have made him behave.

The drowsiness had been somewhat dispelled by the passionate declaration just now, and Bai Jin habitually swiped his thumb down on the screen.

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The empire you speak of, seemingly on the verge of collapse, has survived millennia upon millennia.

A new title catches the eye, its font heavy, carrying the coldness of metal and the dust of time.

Throughout the myriad realms, countless eyes once again focused on the sky that had been relit.

"The Empire? Isn't the Human Alliance anymore?"

Similar questions have arisen in countless worlds.

However, when the image appears, it is a powerful double-headed eagle emblem with outstretched wings, ready to take flight.

It is very similar to the single-headed eagle of the Human Alliance.

"It's the Empire!"

In the Warhammer universe, all of humanity recognized it immediately.

They fought together under this emblem, and fought for this emblem.

For the Emperor!

The scene shifts to a massive but battered spaceship struggling to rise from a planet covered in yellow earth and ruins, its engines spewing scorching flames that tear through the dark sky.

A deep, solemn male voice then rang out.

We must understand

God is not inherently greater than us.

The opening words were earth-shattering.

If the declaration of the Human Alliance was a declaration of war against the alien races, then the words in the sky at this moment are a provocation and denigration of the concept of "God".

It directly pulled "gods" down from their untouchable pedestal and placed them in a category comparable to "human beings".

In an instant, the atmosphere in some worlds where "gods" or "supreme beings" exist suddenly froze.

Only the weak succumb to the false promises of honor and power they offer.

Endless battlefield wreckage beneath a blood-red sky.

Broken Astral Army weapons, fragmented Titan limbs, and twisted corpses of Chaos Demons were mixed together.

Amidst the billowing smoke, squads of warriors clad in deep blue power armor, their shoulder armor emblazoned with the Imperial double-headed eagle and a "U" symbol, silently traversed the mountain of corpses.

Their steps were heavy yet firm, and even against the backdrop of their fallen homeland, their eyes showed no sign of confusion, only the cold determination to fulfill their duty.

We share the same blood as our omniscient and omnipotent emperor.

Holy Terra.

This is not a magnificent palace, but a breathtakingly grand royal fortress constructed of steel, rock, and sacred symbols.

The camera passes through heavily guarded Imperial Guards and Mechanicus priests, finally settling on the majestic mountain.

The golden throne, surrounded by countless pipes and ancient machinery, and the majestic figure on the throne, silent for millennia yet constantly supporting the survival of the human race with boundless spiritual energy—the Emperor.

He walks among us.

The scene flashes back quickly.

During the war of unification, the emperor, clad in simple power armor and wielding a flaming greatsword, personally charged at the forefront of the rebel lines.

During the Great Crusade, the Emperor, aboard the bridge of his flagship "Unyielding Crusade," discusses his conquest plans with the Primarchs.

Even on the edge of a battlefield where the smoke has cleared, I bent down to capture the blurry profile of a dying Asgardian soldier closing his eyes...

He always knew this.

And he hopes we will share the same viewpoint.

The camera pans across the vast territory of the empire.

Millions of workers in the hive world toil like machines on assembly lines, producing materials to sustain the war.

In the agricultural world, farmers toil under the scorching sun to produce food for the front lines.

In the world of the dead, new recruits of the Astral Army crawl and struggle amidst the roars of their strict instructors.

In the world of casting, priests of the Cult of Mechanics lead hundreds of millions of slave laborers, forging warships and Titans amidst the roar of furnaces and assembly lines...

Human beings are greater than any creation of God.

Suddenly, the scene on the sky became intense and brutal!

Under a crimson sky, the Blood Angels engaged in a fierce and brutal boarding battle against the swarming Tyranid swarm.

Lord Dante, wielding the Lost Sword, leads the charge.

At the edge of the Eye of Terror, the Black Templar's warships formed a cross formation, ignoring the warp storm, and launched a desperate charge towards the Chaos Fortress.

In the jungle hell of Katachon, the mortal Astral Army, with their tenacious fighting spirit and extreme environment, dragged the even more powerful orcs into a bloody guerrilla quagmire.

Every scene interprets the resilience and courage that humanity displays in dire circumstances.

We are the greatest race in the galaxy.

And the Emperor is the greatest being among us.

Thousands of warships of the Imperial Navy were arrayed in the sea of ​​stars, and the intense light of their lances illuminated the void.

The banners of the various Space Marine chapters fluttered in the wind, from the azure of the Ultramarines to the grey of the Space Wolves, from the bright yellow of the Imperial Fists to the dark purple of the Ravenguards.

The Titan legions of the Mechanicus marched with earth-shaking steps, their sacred war engines spewing forth molten heat and plasma that could incinerate everything.

The battle nuns sang hymns to the Emperor, purging heresy in the flames of the bomb guns.

There was even a fleeting glimpse of the golden figures of the Imperial Guards, as if they were a direct extension of the Emperor's will.

He is a human being, and you will all pray for him.

A tribute to the emperors of mankind

Countless scenes are constantly overlapping.

The spires of Terra Palace, the eagle emblem on the bridge of the Makrag's Glory, the rough engravings on the stock of the laser gun gripped by ordinary Astragalus soldiers, the imperial icon in the Chapel of Battle...

All these images ultimately converge into the imperial double-headed eagle within a sacred halo.

Beneath the eagle emblem lies a burning galaxy, endless flames of war, and a microcosm of human civilization that, though broken, never fell amidst those flames.

The narration ended, but its echo lingered in the screen.

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Warhammer Universe

When the double-headed eagle emblem, bearing the weight of millennia of pressure and supreme glory, appeared in the sky, the entire empire—from Holy Terra to the wild worlds at the very edge of the galaxy—resonated with the same name.

It was a burning resonance that burst forth from the depths of one's blood and soul, requiring no confirmation whatsoever.

The pale faces of millions of laborers toiling on the assembly line in Chaodu lifted up, and a faint but real light ignited in their turbid eyes by the familiar eagle emblem.

Within the muddy trenches and steel fortresses scattered throughout the galaxy, the Astragalians' fingers, stained with dirt and blood, instinctively traced the rough Imperial insignia on their uniforms or weapons, their chapped lips moving silently.

The ancient champion, clad in Terminator armor, rose solemnly, his power backpack emitting a deep hum like the breathing of a giant beast.

Billions of servo skulls simultaneously turned to the sky, and the smoke from binary hymns and burning oil incense rose into the air.

As the image of the Great Expedition swept across the sky, the entire empire… no, countless souls who knew that sealed history or could only glimpse fragments from legends were struck by a complex emotion.

To the surviving Primarchs and those ancient beings who have lived since the Great Crusade, this is not a legend, but a burning memory.

That was an era that even a traitor to humanity would feel immensely honored and proud of.

In the warband commander's office in Macurag, Guilliman's hand holding the quill paused slightly, and the government reports on the data panel instantly lost their appeal.